Monthly Archives: December 2015

Yesterday was the first anniversary of my blog – so I’m running a giveaway. Copies of my books are up for grabs all you’ve got to do is leave a comment about your favourite erotic short. I hope you’ll join in!

Rebecca x

Ellie and I stand in the kitchen and let the party come to us. It’s always the best room in the house so we staked our claim early doors.

It’s the third Christmas do this week and we’re basically going from one hangover to another. Wham! are singing about last Christmas and losing their heart the very next day reminding me of school discos and shy kisses. It never gets old that one, but I don’t like to dwell on the past. I like to live in the moment and right now I must admit to feeling a little restless.

I watch Lucas walk in and grab a handful of dry roasted peanuts and a bottle of Speckled Hen. I like how those jeans hug his arse and how his legs just seem to go on for ever.

“I’m bored,” I whisper in Ellie’s ear.

She follows my gaze and I see a little smile tug at her mouth when her eyes land on the best arse this side of the Pennines.

Lucas looks up and catches me ogling his arse. I’m not phased – it does after all – belong to me.

“Get your fine arse over here, Lucas.”

He saunters over trying to look like he’s got a choice. I try not to laugh. He’s too cute.

“Ladies…”

Lucas’ words trail off as our hosts announce fireworks are about to be set off in the back garden. Drinks are topped up, coats grabbed and everyone clears out with murmurs of excitement.

All except Ellie, Lucas and I.

I think an opportunity has just presented itself.

I look at Ellie and tilt my head to one side. We’ve known each other for a while and I’m pretty sure she’ll be into this, but one can never be entirely sure until the words are said – the desire stated loud and clear.

“What are you thinking?” She asks clearly understanding that we are at our own little crossroads.

I’m not much for subtlety at the best of times. I find blunt and to the point gets me what I want more often than not.

So I meet her eyes and say, “I’m thinking I want to see Lucas on his knees with his face between your legs.” I see the excitement flare in her eyes and the blush stain her cheeks and hold my breath.

Lucas takes a step closer to me. I can practically feel him vibrating with excitement. His whispered words in our dark bedroom are hopefully about to come true.

My hand goes to the back of Lucas’ neck and I pull him in for a slow, deep kiss. My eyes are open but I’m not looking at Lucas, I’m looking at Ellie. I lick into his mouth, deep, then suck on his top lip and listen to him moan. I love giving him what he wants.

Her eyes move from the kiss to mine as she says, “Get on your knees, Lucas” and delivers an early Christmas present.

I blink and he’s already on the floor pushing her skirt up. The colour is high on his cheeks and he is so fucking eager. It’s beautiful. He wants to show her how good he is, he wants to make me proud. There’s no shame in that. No, the shame he feels is in his need to be used – objectified. It’s that little twist in his gut that gets him off. That and being watched.

He licks her over black satin. I circle behind him, watching his head bob and move on her, seeing Ellie bite her lower lip, knowing he has struck gold straight away.

Fireworks pop like gunfire to a loud cheer from the crowd.

“There isn’t much time, Lucas. Get her knickers off.”

He hooks his fingers into the black satin and pulls them down over her hips. Quickly, she kicks them off one foot and opens her legs for him. I see neatly trimmed black curls and Lucas’ fingers spreading her open. She is shiny and pink and I feel my mouth water as my eyes roam over her heaving tits and her flushed cheeks.

I realise this isn’t just Lucas’ Christmas present. I feel the need to dominate them both rush through my body. I want to orchestrate each move, hold her down with my hands and the weight of my body while Lucas fucks her. I want to sit back and watch his cock sink into her body.

I take a deep breath and rein myself in. Now isn’t the time.

Her hand is in his hair and she’s watching what he’s doing to her. Holding his face tight against her, he sucks and licks her clit. Her hips roll and thrust against him seeking friction, seeking to get what she needs from the man at her feet.

“Oh God! I’m close….”

She lifts her head with effort to look at me.

“Ride his face, Ellie. Use him however you want. Get off on him, that’s what he’s there for.” My quiet encouragement is all she needs.

She uses both hands to hold his head and demands he hold his tongue out. “Yes, like that. Just like that.” She whispers as she grinds on his face. It quickly becomes a frenzy of movement and muffled sounds.

A high piercing whistle, followed by a series of bangs, barely register as I walk towards Ellie. I stand by her side and look down at my boyfriend’s glistening flushed face. His eyes are glazed with lust and his dick is pressed uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.

He is a picture of debauchery and it is such a beautiful image.

Lucas is working hard for her and I want payment.

I take hold of her face and turn her towards me. She opens her mouth and shouts her orgasm into mine.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year.

Thanks for reading!

Head on over to Kayla’s place for loads more Masturbation Monday goodness. I’m also posting this for the #AwesomeChristmasErotica meme that Exhibit A is running through December. Have a look at the other posts and get in the mood for Christmas 😉

So back in November I got an email from WordPress saying that my subscription was coming up for annual renewal. I was like, what?! I’ve been writing nearly a year, already? Rebecca Black is one year old!! Actually that sounds a bit weird… but you know what I mean.

A year ago today I published my first post. It’s been a busy year: 45 erotic shorts (mainly Masturbation Monday posts), the whole Erotic World Book Day shabang, joining the Cliterati team, 2 books published and 4 short stories to be published in anthologies in 2016. Feels good to write those words I’ve got to say. One of the best years of my life really. I’m working hard and it feels good. My brain is back, after two kids I thought it had left for good!

I just want to say a big thank you to anyone who has read or commented on my posts. It means a lot and ultimately keeps me motivated to write more. I appreciate every last one of you sexy, kinky people!!

I’ve made some wonderful friends this past year too; like minded people who are so kind and generous with their support. I feel very lucky to know you all.

I have a few things on the go at the moment so hopefully there will be more books published this year. One story was inspired by a Masturbation Monday short called Drawn To You (beards and tattoos need I say more?!) and another is an anthology of flash fiction and short stories. I’m not sure how that one will pan out, I may need to self-publish it so that will be another foray into the unknown. Then I’m 30,000 words into a full length novel. Organised writers will read this and roll their eyes I’m sure, but it seems to be the way I work. I like different stuff going on at the same time. Variety is the spice of life, right?

So to celebrate my 1st anniversary I’m having a giveaway….

The prizes are a copy of A Taste For Three or Let’s Ride (both ebooks). I will randomly pick 2 people who care to take the time to tell me in the comments, the title of their favourite erotic short that I’ve written this year. They’re all listed here. If you want to say why, then that might just increase your chances!! I’ll announce the winners on Christmas Eve – 24th December 2015.

Good luck!

Well, all that’s left to say is – I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas if you celebrate it – and all the best for 2016!

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I’m so happy to welcome the very lovely Kay Jaybee today. She doesn’t need much of an introduction but I’m going to do one anyway!

She is the winner of the ETO Best Erotica Writer Award 2015, the author of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy plus many more wonderful books, she’s a member of the Brit Babes and has been a great support to me over this past year. Successful authors don’t need to bother with new wannabe writers but Kay has always been generous with her time and words of support and for that I am truly grateful.

PS I’ve already read Not Her Type and it is steamy hot, people! Now I’m off to get Christmas Kink 🙂

Take it away Kay….

Delivering Christmas

Ever since I started to write erotica eleven years ago, I have written an annual Christmas story. When the much missed Oysters and Chocolate erotica site was alive and kicking, I provided the festive tale each and every year- and I just loved writing them. So much so, that not only did I pen them a short tale every December, but I also set my novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (available as an eBook or paperback) at Christmas time.

Blurb-

When Jenny’s regular delivery man, John, reveals that she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned. One unexpected, head-swimming romp later and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again – and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend it didn’t happen? When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There’s only one problem: John really isn’t Jenny’s type. For one thing, he’s a man…

Here’s a seasonal taster from Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man…

A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny towards the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.

Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, ‘Last minute wrapping?’

‘A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.’ She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her. ‘My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.’

‘That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.’

She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.

‘Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?’

Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms were pinned to her sides and her legs were clamped together, as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.

Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure-hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them… do whatever he wanted with them.

John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.

He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.

Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination; his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.

Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland towards her.

Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric. ‘I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.’

Wide-eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.

Mewling into the purple darkness and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head.

Then his hands came to her elbows. ‘You look incredible. Are you okay?’

She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.

‘Good girl. You remembered not to talk,’ John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, ‘You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.’

As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.

The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed more freely, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.

‘What a hot little bad girl you are.’

Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap…

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If you want to know what happened next- or indeed, before John and Jenny got to spend Christmas Eve grappling wrapping paper, then you can buy Not Her Type in paperback or as an eBook from all good retailers, including…

I had so much fun with this delivery man novella, that I decided to write an anthology of short Christmas stories. Originally out two years ago, this year I decided to update Christmas Kink with a hot new cover, and a fresh tale for 2015.

Blurb-

What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the expected presents? Complete with a brand new story for 2015, Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into six individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…

Romantic and steamy, with a touch of S&M, a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really), pony play, a little red dress, a kinky fairy, well placed decorations, and a woodland orgy, – I think I’ve added a little festive kink into this anthology for everyone…